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Date: 2018-09-17 04:52 pm (UTC)
streetsweeper: (тридцать восемь)
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[ Anya sat down on the edge of the bed, holding the glass she'd been given in both hands, fidgeting nervously with the stem. ]

I. Well. Like I said, it didn't quite go as planned.

I got careless on my way home from work, and I tripped into a clutch of the red flowers.

Date: 2018-09-18 04:00 am (UTC)
streetsweeper: (шестьдесят шесть)
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Well, not immediately, I--I wasn't even sure what had happened at first. I couldn't see well. But by the time I got back to the castle, I could, ah, tell.

[ She blushed and shifted on the bed so that she could press her back to one of the bedposts and tuck her legs up to her chest. ]

I was afraid I might do something I would regret, so I asked Gleb if he would help me.

Date: 2018-09-19 10:23 pm (UTC)
streetsweeper: (пятьдесят два)
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[ Anya laughed softly at Eve's enthusiasm, finally helping herself to a sip of the wine Eve had poured for her. ]

It's funny, we...we don't know each other well, but. We come from the same place, the same time. We speak the same language. It's...there's a certain kind of comfort in that, you know?

[ Maybe not, maybe it was silly, but it was how Anya felt. And she felt connected to Gleb in some way she couldn't describe. Something about him tugged at her, and it was both compelling, and terrifying. ]

He was so careful. I felt...safe.

[ She paused, then wrinkled her nose a little and ducked her head with a soft giggle. ]

I might have been a little insatiable, but he kept up.

Date: 2018-09-19 10:33 pm (UTC)
streetsweeper: (шестьдесят один)
From: [personal profile] streetsweeper
Oh. I don't know.

[ Her face turned an even deeper shade of pink as she huffed a soft, sheepish laugh. ]

I...liked being kissed. I liked the way he kissed me. And all the places he kissed me.

Date: 2018-09-20 10:54 pm (UTC)
streetsweeper: (шестьдесят пять)
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Oh, goodness, no. I--couldn't think straight enough to even think about it.

[ She laughed again, fidgeting at the memory. ]

Besides, he--he might not like it, me telling him what to do. I don't know.

Date: 2018-09-22 07:48 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] streetsweeper
[ Strangely, even though Anya had spent an entire night having a lot of sex with Gleb, she couldn't say for sure what he liked. Tea? Order? She didn't even know what it was about her that he liked. Did he have a soft spot for street sweepers? Petite women? Blondes? Frightened girls he wanted to protect? It was all a mystery.

She could just ask, but honestly, who did that? ]


Oh. Um. Y-yes. I did.

...A few times, actually.

Date: 2018-09-27 03:29 am (UTC)
streetsweeper: (пятьдесят два)
From: [personal profile] streetsweeper
Oh, please don't.

[ Anya ducked her head and hid her face behind her hand for a moment. ]

I don't even know what he--what he's thinking. It all happened so fast.

Date: 2018-09-27 10:00 pm (UTC)
streetsweeper: (шестьдесят четыре)
From: [personal profile] streetsweeper
I don't think I was amazing.

But...maybe he would? Like to do it again. I don't know. It seemed...he seemed like he...liked it.

Date: 2018-10-03 02:06 am (UTC)
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[ Anya is now roughly the same shade as the wine that they're drinking. ]

Y-yes. At least, I'm--fairly sure he did? I would have known if he didn't, right? It isn't--I mean. It's an o-obvious thing.

Date: 2018-10-06 11:21 pm (UTC)
streetsweeper: (двадцать пять)
From: [personal profile] streetsweeper
Ah...there really wasn't a lot of 'afterwards.' [ There was a lot of sex, Eve, like a lot of sex and a lot of things that were like sex if not actual sex. Anya wasn't kidding when she said she was insatiable. That pollen does not fuck around. ] We sort of...fell asleep together.

Date: 2018-10-11 06:35 pm (UTC)
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[ Anya laughed helplessly and ducked her head, her hair falling over her face; it was a little embarrassing, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a little smug. ]

I think I might have done just that.

I don't think it's dumb. We're friends, we want what's best for each other, don't we?

Date: 2018-10-15 02:59 am (UTC)
streetsweeper: (восемьдесят шесть)
From: [personal profile] streetsweeper
I don't know. I hope he does. I think...no, I know that I do.

But I don't know if he was only helping me or if he really...thinks of me that way.

Date: 2018-10-18 10:38 pm (UTC)
streetsweeper: (семьдесят четыре)
From: [personal profile] streetsweeper
I...could try that, I suppose.

[ It seems so forward, and Anya knows she'll stumble all over herself trying to get the words out. Her only consolation is that Gleb stumbles just as much as she does. ]

Yes, I'll try that.

Thank you, by the way, for letting me talk about everything.

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